June 04, 2018 - Signs. When you have seen as much, and been through
as much as I have, not just the targetting but the true evil and the
demons in the dark, you develop an almost hyper-sensitivity to
secret signs and messages, it is necessary or you die. There are
certain things in this reality that we call our world that you can
not just explain away logically.
What I am talking about and referring to is a disturbing event that
occurred yesterday and which may be seen as benign, even nonsensical
to the dry, callous, closed and empty mind of the average robotic
denizen of what has become a horrendous hell world that we call
Earth, however to those precious few souls who are attuned to the
subtleties and who are awake and aware that the world is in not only
in an active information and mind war but also an esoteric spirit
war, taking place as we speak and as we sleep, between the demonic
forces of evil and the angelic forces of love and light, the sign I
am about to partake to you, dear reader, may be even a worse omen
than I understand even in my darkest fears.
Yesterday should have been a joyous day as we, (me and the feline
who is the only person who remembers me from the long past days when
there was still something like hope in the lives of me and my
children) should have been celebrating the 15 year anniversary of
JAR2, which certain retarded Americans thinking they could outfox me
with a poorly constructed and ridiculous "honey trap" thought they
could prevent, yet to be honest, as I am to a fault, it was another
stress test. Yes, another in a long and endless serious of "stress
operations" which would have been made worse if it were not for a
small translation job of an exceedingly complicated and convoluted
scientific text of grave importance that was thrown my way at the
last minute by a nice Russian girl who I had thought viewed me as
beneath her contempt. No there is no hope that I will ever be
gainfully employed again, this is just another example of someone
remembering about my existence only when they themselves are at a
complete dead end and recall I exist as I am the only capable of
saving the day in cases such as this. The symbolic importance of the
events of yesterday would only be understood to someone who
appreciates the secret message in President Putin's picture below,
and the secret message contained therein.
As I do not think anyone in the world knows or even cares, yesterday
was not only the 15 years anniversary of JAR2 but was also the
end of our payment for delegation of the domain which comes up on
June 3rd depending on how many years ahead I pay, something the
importance of which can only be understood by another domain owner
or someone who is watching very closely everything I do in order to
shut us down, the "honey trap" belonging to the latter category.
Being that as it may the situation turned out that I paid on Friday,
but due to the timing, the fact that the domain provider only works
on weekdays and a few other mitigating factors, I spent the entire
weekend watching my domain access page waiting for the status to
change from non-delegated to extended, and constantly waiting for
the domain to be unreachable, which occurred on Monday morning upon
which I was finally able to contact the provider who very very
quickly, almost instantly, corrected the issue. Again this is not
important to you but this was my little hell for the weekend, and it
was miss "honey trap" I had to thank as she had promised me work and
financial relief, which turned out to be one big fucking joke on
their part. So this little Russian girl saved the day quite
literally of JAR2, in a real and concrete way, which is how it has
been with my beloved Russia for the last 20 years. When the shit
gets impossible I am called on by those in the know and as it turns
out when I am at most without hope it is not an American or one of
my Indian brothers who shows up but a Russian. Is this strange? It
has been that way since 1995, and I must say for that reason no
matter how crappy life gets, I am bound by honor and debt to my
Russian brothers and sisters and Mother Russia herself.
And now I have to go out for a minute but I will be back soon and
fill you in on a dead SPARROW..... QANON ought to be having kittens
right now
So the Sparrow..... I was sitting in front of my computer and hear
this thump on the window pane, it did not alarm me because this
happens almost every other day. I don't know why but there are
always birds flying into my window panes. Like they want to get in.
I usually don't bother to even get up anymore as they are usually
okay. It is always a raven or a pigeon and they always get a little
dazed but fly away. This time however I got up to check and there
was a sparrow on the ground outside and from the way it was gasping
and moving only its head I could tell it had broken its neck. I
don't know why but I felt I had to do something so I ran outside but
it had stopped breathing and moving. I don't know why but I picked
it up and told it everything would be okay... but it was already
dead... I tried to do micro-CPR but it was obvious its neck had been
broken when it flew into the glass.... I laid it to rest and went
for a shovel but when I came back it was gone... I am sure all that
means something... Then I went back in and logged into my hosting
server, with my credentials from 2003.... Intercept....